Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Sept 4, 2008 12:54:50 GMT -5
Title: A Picture-Perfect Morning
Author’s Disclaimer: I do not own A Series of Unfortunate Events or any of its characters or places. They belong to Lemony Snicket a.k.a. Daniel Handler.
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Story-Type: One-Shot
Summary: Esmé and Jerome indulge in one of their favorite pastimes.
Author’s Note: Inspired by a beautiful drawing that my good friend, May did for me a while back, and a fic I would like to dedicate to her. It’s basically just a lot of mindless romantic fluff, but I hope you like it anyway.
It was a beautiful morning in early May, and the sunlight had seeped into the penthouse through the full-scale windows. The bright yellow rays splashed onto the sleeping face of Esmé Squalor, causing her to become aware of something warm and heavy dozing on top of her.
She opened her eyes to find that Jerome had fallen asleep with his head resting on the softness of her post-baby stomach. His strong arms were wrapped around her protectively, the fingers of both hands laced together at the back of her waist. Jerome never snored, but he was known for making the cutest noises whenever his sleep was particularly peaceful.
This was one of those times.
Smiling gently, Esmé extended her long, slender arm and laid her hand on her husband’s head. She wondered if he knew just how much she loved him, or if he ever considered the impact that his own feelings had had on her these last three years.
Sometime during the night, the comforter had fallen from the bed, and so the only thing that had kept Esmé from getting too cold was Jerome’s body on top of hers. She shifted her right leg slightly, and felt her big toe press against his soft stomach. He chirped, and tightened his arms around her.
Esmé felt more than equipped to give into the happy tears that she had wanted to cry from the moment she had opened her eyes. She could lay there in bed all day, basking in the love and attention of her kind, handsome, doting, slightly overweight husband.
“Jerome,” Esmé whispered, as she began to slowly stroke his hair. “Darling, are you awake?”
Jerome made another happy noise, and Esmé felt his arms loosen from around her. He then hoisted himself up on one elbow, tilting his head to the side so that he could rest his cheek in his palm. The expression on his face was so sweet and so genuine, that Esmé felt the first of her tears fall.
With his eyes focused on Esmé’s beautiful face, Jerome took his other hand and began to trail his fingertips lightly over her stomach. His touch left a path of goosebumps all across her skin, and she purred blissfully. She watched him as he traced a long circle around her ribcage, beginning just below her chest and ending inside the curve above her bellybutton. He then lifted his head, only to lower it once more so he could kiss her on that spot.
Taking his finger, Jerome began to playfully toy with his wife’s belly ring, which she had gotten two weeks prior. It was in the shape of a tiny letter “J” and was embellished with equally tiny emeralds, which sparkled in the light every time Esmé wore a bikini top or belly shirt.
“I’ll admit that I’ve never been an admirer of piercings or tattoos,” Jerome declared. “Except for earrings, but only when they’re worn by women.” He paused. “But on you a naval piercing looks nothing short of smashing, Esmé.”
Esmé blushed at the compliment. “Really?” she asked. “You don’t think it’s silly?”
Sensing his wife’s uncertainty and where it was coming from, Jerome shook his head. In the three years after giving birth to Emma, Esmé had never quite gotten passed the fact that she now fell between a size eight and a ten. She sometimes forgot that her husband preferred her voluptuous figure to the straight line she had once modeled. But she was reminded of how much more lucky she was now than before every time he planted a kiss on her stomach or on her hip.
It was those two areas of her body that Esmé was most self-conscious about, but they were also the areas that Jerome always wanted to kiss and caress. He still found it difficult to believe that her former frame had been only slightly more than what he considered skeletal. During the months leading up to Emma’s birth, Esmé’s skin had taken on a rich, healthy glow, and her hair had become softer and shinier. Her pregnancy had done so much for both her body and her temperament, that it occasionally slipped Jerome’s mind that his wife had once been a completely different person.
“Thank you,” Esmé said, feeling a tear roll down her cheek and into her ear as Jerome trailed an assortment of kisses from her ribcage to her panty line. “Thank you for always loving me, and for giving me a second chance to be your wife.”
“You are my one true desire on this Earth, my darling,” Jerome said, scooting up higher so that their faces were only inches apart. “I love you for who you were, and for who you’ve become.”
Jerome leaned forward to kiss Esmé, feeling his stomach press lightly down on hers as their lips met. She let out a soft purr, while he allowed himself another happy chirp.
What a picture-perfect morning this was turning out to be.
Author’s Disclaimer: I do not own A Series of Unfortunate Events or any of its characters or places. They belong to Lemony Snicket a.k.a. Daniel Handler.
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Story-Type: One-Shot
Summary: Esmé and Jerome indulge in one of their favorite pastimes.
Author’s Note: Inspired by a beautiful drawing that my good friend, May did for me a while back, and a fic I would like to dedicate to her. It’s basically just a lot of mindless romantic fluff, but I hope you like it anyway.
***
It was a beautiful morning in early May, and the sunlight had seeped into the penthouse through the full-scale windows. The bright yellow rays splashed onto the sleeping face of Esmé Squalor, causing her to become aware of something warm and heavy dozing on top of her.
She opened her eyes to find that Jerome had fallen asleep with his head resting on the softness of her post-baby stomach. His strong arms were wrapped around her protectively, the fingers of both hands laced together at the back of her waist. Jerome never snored, but he was known for making the cutest noises whenever his sleep was particularly peaceful.
This was one of those times.
Smiling gently, Esmé extended her long, slender arm and laid her hand on her husband’s head. She wondered if he knew just how much she loved him, or if he ever considered the impact that his own feelings had had on her these last three years.
Sometime during the night, the comforter had fallen from the bed, and so the only thing that had kept Esmé from getting too cold was Jerome’s body on top of hers. She shifted her right leg slightly, and felt her big toe press against his soft stomach. He chirped, and tightened his arms around her.
Esmé felt more than equipped to give into the happy tears that she had wanted to cry from the moment she had opened her eyes. She could lay there in bed all day, basking in the love and attention of her kind, handsome, doting, slightly overweight husband.
“Jerome,” Esmé whispered, as she began to slowly stroke his hair. “Darling, are you awake?”
Jerome made another happy noise, and Esmé felt his arms loosen from around her. He then hoisted himself up on one elbow, tilting his head to the side so that he could rest his cheek in his palm. The expression on his face was so sweet and so genuine, that Esmé felt the first of her tears fall.
With his eyes focused on Esmé’s beautiful face, Jerome took his other hand and began to trail his fingertips lightly over her stomach. His touch left a path of goosebumps all across her skin, and she purred blissfully. She watched him as he traced a long circle around her ribcage, beginning just below her chest and ending inside the curve above her bellybutton. He then lifted his head, only to lower it once more so he could kiss her on that spot.
Taking his finger, Jerome began to playfully toy with his wife’s belly ring, which she had gotten two weeks prior. It was in the shape of a tiny letter “J” and was embellished with equally tiny emeralds, which sparkled in the light every time Esmé wore a bikini top or belly shirt.
“I’ll admit that I’ve never been an admirer of piercings or tattoos,” Jerome declared. “Except for earrings, but only when they’re worn by women.” He paused. “But on you a naval piercing looks nothing short of smashing, Esmé.”
Esmé blushed at the compliment. “Really?” she asked. “You don’t think it’s silly?”
Sensing his wife’s uncertainty and where it was coming from, Jerome shook his head. In the three years after giving birth to Emma, Esmé had never quite gotten passed the fact that she now fell between a size eight and a ten. She sometimes forgot that her husband preferred her voluptuous figure to the straight line she had once modeled. But she was reminded of how much more lucky she was now than before every time he planted a kiss on her stomach or on her hip.
It was those two areas of her body that Esmé was most self-conscious about, but they were also the areas that Jerome always wanted to kiss and caress. He still found it difficult to believe that her former frame had been only slightly more than what he considered skeletal. During the months leading up to Emma’s birth, Esmé’s skin had taken on a rich, healthy glow, and her hair had become softer and shinier. Her pregnancy had done so much for both her body and her temperament, that it occasionally slipped Jerome’s mind that his wife had once been a completely different person.
“Thank you,” Esmé said, feeling a tear roll down her cheek and into her ear as Jerome trailed an assortment of kisses from her ribcage to her panty line. “Thank you for always loving me, and for giving me a second chance to be your wife.”
“You are my one true desire on this Earth, my darling,” Jerome said, scooting up higher so that their faces were only inches apart. “I love you for who you were, and for who you’ve become.”
Jerome leaned forward to kiss Esmé, feeling his stomach press lightly down on hers as their lips met. She let out a soft purr, while he allowed himself another happy chirp.
What a picture-perfect morning this was turning out to be.
The End